When I was Small
Just when do our imaginations become jaded?119 total reviews
Comment from Peter@Poole
This is a pleasant, nostalgic poem about the wonders observed by a child, and how the same sights in adulthood no longer retain any magic. Perhaps we can train ourselves to look longer at things around us in order to discern hidden beauties and charms, both those we have forgotten and those waiting to be discovered. 'What is this life, if, full of care, we have no time to stop and stare?' Nice rhyme and rhythm. Peter.
Regards, Peter.
reply by the author on 02-Oct-2008
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This is a pleasant, nostalgic poem about the wonders observed by a child, and how the same sights in adulthood no longer retain any magic. Perhaps we can train ourselves to look longer at things around us in order to discern hidden beauties and charms, both those we have forgotten and those waiting to be discovered. 'What is this life, if, full of care, we have no time to stop and stare?' Nice rhyme and rhythm. Peter.
Regards, Peter.
Comment Written 02-Oct-2008
reply by the author on 02-Oct-2008
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thank you again, Peter, for yet another gracious review :-) Peace, Brooke :-)
Comment from Annmuma
I found this verse fascinating on a number of levels. We should work to maintain that childlike approach to life, while our judgment matures. I agree. Good job. ann
reply by the author on 30-Sep-2008
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I found this verse fascinating on a number of levels. We should work to maintain that childlike approach to life, while our judgment matures. I agree. Good job. ann
Comment Written 30-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 30-Sep-2008
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thank you so very much for a most thoughtful review :-)
Comment from RaymondJohn
It's a tragedy I don't have a sixer to give to you for this wonderful poem about the loss of innocence. Everything is spot on. You have great examples and the images to back them up. Isn't it sad this happens to us? What would life be like if we could stay that way our entire lives. I'm sending a banner ad your way. Best wishes. Ray.
reply by the author on 30-Sep-2008
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It's a tragedy I don't have a sixer to give to you for this wonderful poem about the loss of innocence. Everything is spot on. You have great examples and the images to back them up. Isn't it sad this happens to us? What would life be like if we could stay that way our entire lives. I'm sending a banner ad your way. Best wishes. Ray.
Comment Written 30-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 30-Sep-2008
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thank you so very much - you are a most thoughtful, generous and loyal reader. I very much appreciate your warmth and support :-)
Comment from RazberryBullet
After all the magic and wonder in the preceeding verses, these are devastating lines: For years I have felt no fascination...now I know better since I am grown.
May we keep our inner child alive.
reply by the author on 30-Sep-2008
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After all the magic and wonder in the preceeding verses, these are devastating lines: For years I have felt no fascination...now I know better since I am grown.
May we keep our inner child alive.
Comment Written 30-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 30-Sep-2008
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thank you for this most thoughtful response :-)
Comment from Joyce L.
Oh, I just love this poem. I am sure there is a little bit of this in all of us, bringing back the memories of our youth. It sure does open up an old page for me in my memory bank. Great poem!
reply by the author on 30-Sep-2008
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Oh, I just love this poem. I am sure there is a little bit of this in all of us, bringing back the memories of our youth. It sure does open up an old page for me in my memory bank. Great poem!
Comment Written 30-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 30-Sep-2008
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thank you so very very much for such a generous and warm review!!
Comment from Aussie
Ah, the simple things of youth.
Ilove this poem because you have made it real to the reader; made me think of the little things that are quickly lost once we grow up. Like an artist, you paint beautiful poems.
reply by the author on 30-Sep-2008
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Ah, the simple things of youth.
Ilove this poem because you have made it real to the reader; made me think of the little things that are quickly lost once we grow up. Like an artist, you paint beautiful poems.
Comment Written 30-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 30-Sep-2008
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You are most kind and generous - thank you so very much!!
Comment from Mike K2
They become jaded as they are cut by shards of life's pain, but that makes it that much more important to keep a child-like wonderment and enthusiasm. This was very well written and capture that feeling as a child has and when it is lost. Well written and illustrated.
reply by the author on 29-Sep-2008
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They become jaded as they are cut by shards of life's pain, but that makes it that much more important to keep a child-like wonderment and enthusiasm. This was very well written and capture that feeling as a child has and when it is lost. Well written and illustrated.
Comment Written 29-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 29-Sep-2008
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thank you so much for your positive review - and yes, I was most pleased to find this perfect illustration!
Comment from Just2Write
Brooke, you always manage to touch the child in each of us. At least you do with me. This poem is sweet and full with the innocense of a little person, trying to dicipher what matters in the world and what does not. I loved your last line, which bears sad testimony to the fact that we grow old way too soon.
reply by the author on 29-Sep-2008
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Brooke, you always manage to touch the child in each of us. At least you do with me. This poem is sweet and full with the innocense of a little person, trying to dicipher what matters in the world and what does not. I loved your last line, which bears sad testimony to the fact that we grow old way too soon.
Comment Written 29-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 29-Sep-2008
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I am in debt to you for your thoughtful, warm and kind comments :-)
Comment from cherry_rose
Oh for the simple joys of childhood. Once again this was a most enjoyable read. you seem to write frequently of the happy times of childhood and your poems are a joy to read because your feelings come through each and every time.
cherry_
reply by the author on 29-Sep-2008
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Oh for the simple joys of childhood. Once again this was a most enjoyable read. you seem to write frequently of the happy times of childhood and your poems are a joy to read because your feelings come through each and every time.
cherry_
Comment Written 29-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 29-Sep-2008
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thank you so much for your kind and positive review!
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You're welcome...thank you for all the wonderful positive words you share.
cherry_
Comment from whizpurr ^-^
How wonder-full! Your poem is so jam packed with marvelous memories of the beauty seen by one as a child. It was a thrill to read it... and to remember. Thank you, pearly one!
Whizpurr ^-^
reply by the author on 29-Sep-2008
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How wonder-full! Your poem is so jam packed with marvelous memories of the beauty seen by one as a child. It was a thrill to read it... and to remember. Thank you, pearly one!
Whizpurr ^-^
Comment Written 29-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 29-Sep-2008
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thank you for this most thoughtful review!
